Chuck E Cheese

So in my goal to be very prepared I spend a lot of time with children (when you work in a daycare, it's hard not to). On monday of this past week I took two little boys to chuck e cheese... what a trip! Normally I take only C, as he was a foster kid and became really attached to me... so I wanted to spend a lot of time with him, hoping it would help his behaviour (it really hasn't...). Well I decided to try my hand at two kids. Now mind you, asking parents to borrow their kids makes me feel like a pedofile. I'm not going to HARM the children, but I just feel weird going up and being like "hey, can I borrow your kid for the afternoon?" it just seems weird to me!
Anyways! I asked Z's da if I could take him with me... he said yes and so my day was set with 2 3 yr old boys. Both of them 3.5 if you want to be technical. I left work with both boys, and that is where the fun began. Now in my class I have 10 two year olds. On alternating days I'm lefta lone with them while B goes to school. 10 twos is a cake walk compared to these two rambunctious boys!
We made it to the cheese about 6 and ordered our pizza and got our tokens. We were having LOADS of fun before pizza came. They both were listening, they were playing well together. We ate our pizza (2 piece minimum for theboys to get their second half of tokens) and suddenly, they changed! I don't know if it was the fully tummy's or the fact that they both felt brave suddenly... but it was impossible to keep them together. We ended up playing LOADS of rounds of skee ball (my personal fave) and they played a game where you have to push a button to shoot out a little basketball into one of the hoops. We had soooo much fun, but they were EVERYWHERE!
Afterwards we went up to get our tickets redeemed and they had some rediculous amount (like 125.. when just with C we are lucky to average 50). Well the counter scene was quite interesting. This lady just cuts infront of 4 families and starts shouting off how the Cheese is racist, and how no matter how long they wait no one will help them... makes me wanna smack her really. She was in line behind us, but suddenly wanted to be at the front of the line for no apparent reason. Z got scared and had me hold him, which was no big deal, and he kept asking "why is that lady yelling?" and kept telling me to tell her to use her indoor (indoor voices, a BIG concept at the daycare when the kids yell and scream). Needless to say I just let her go infront of us. I was almost scared of her.
The boys got exactly what they wanted (the "dane" (plane) and the "speaker" (Microphone)) and some tattoos.. then I coroalled them into the car.. which was a joy as usual. I got them both home a little late, but I have the trust of their parents and explained very plainly that the Cheese was a mad house, we had to wait for everything and that the drive home was littered with idiotic people who don't understand I have two kids in my car. Z's mum said she was a bit nervous but trusted me, and I promised her that next time I'd call at 7:30 and give her an update. C's mum couldn't care less. Long as he's home before 9 she is okay. She trusts me like no one ever has before... and I can only hope with my kids, I have someone to trust like that.

Moral of the story, I think I am doing the right thing by adopting two boys together, hopefully twins. Two was much better than one, for me, and I just feel the calling that it is right.

Now I have 5 mins to finish getting ready for church and to head off to the service. Have a great sunday!